HE walks towards her,
she hides her blush as her friends look
at her expectantly
their eyes widen and they
scuttle away
thanks she mouth at their backs.
shit hits the fan and you run
she turns around as hot breath hits her neck
bad, bad choice
his plump, soft looking lips are centimeters away
and she is entranced at his striking looks
he knows he has her
and so he smirks, cliche, she knows
he then leans towards her ear and huskily says
hey lil mama let me whisper in yo ear
YOU ARE READING
The Unfortunate Don't Cry [rewriting]
Short StoryThe unfortunate do many things. Crying is not one of them. thanks so much for #37 Short Story cover by: @-grier-